i soared abov and between the earth, moon and sun. she wanted to use binoculars. when we spoke of my limited means, she was very accepting of having to view certain circumstances from the porch below. i could see her, of course, even with the clouds obscuring the eclipse.
we disagree on the moon’s colour, something that united us in the past. maybe it is because i have such close ties to the tides. my future forms with a change in the weather, said the duo atop the great chair, at least. More grit, more drama, more, more, more. who does one think one is? Billy Idol?
what plans do the next century have for me? how long can i blend in amongst the flesh?
yours in existence,